A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
A house full of people is a house full of different points of view.
A lonely person is at home everywhere.
Where I make a living, there is my home.
There’s no place like home.
The man who claims to be the boss in his own home will lie about other things as well.
Home is home, though it be homely.
An Englishman’s home is his castle.
The longest road out is the shortest road home.
In warm evenings I frequently sat in the boat playing the flute, and saw the perch, which I seemed to have charmed, hovering around me, and the moon travelling over the ribbed bottom, which was strewed with the wrecks of the forest. Formerly I had come to this pond adventurously, from time to time, in […]